"And death shall have no dominion", Dylan Thomas said. Snatches of indistinct tunes, that humming in the head when bitter words are said and heard, and despair comes in stead of anxiety... Kolpakopf was there with his wordless hymn to fallen and reborn. In pains of loss he fell and then arose, another man. Some scars are left deep in the heart but who cares. When cries are over, just stand up! You, man who shall never be the same henceforth. "Faith in their hands shall snap in two, And the unicorn evils run them through; Split all ends up they shan’t crack", that Welshman said. In clinking hum Kolpakopf answers: "And death shall have no dominion". Stop crying, live your life until you're alive, a man with bleeding heart. Pain will be soothed, scars will be healed when doomed one passes away. Now you know that death shall have no dominion.